"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."

"Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more accute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope."